One of the most dangerous errors is that civilization is automatically bound to increase and spread. the lesson of history is the opposite; civilization is a rarity, attained with difficulty and easily lost. the normal state of humanity is barbarism, just as the normal surface of the planet is salt water. land looms large in our imagination and civilization in history books, only because sea and savagery are to us less interesting.
Like a sea-beast fished up from the depths, or a diver too suddenly hoisted, my veins threatened to burst from the fall in pressure. i had great anxiety and no means of relieving it ... and then it was that the muse of painting came to my rescue - out of charity and out of chivalry ... - and said, "are these toys any good to you? they amuse some people."
Karrin murphy led the charge, and sanya and i tried to keep up. She went through that sea of foes like a little speedboat, her enemies spun and tossed and turned and disoriented in her wake. Sanya and i hacked our way through stunned foes, pushing and chopping with unsophisticated brutality-and that big russian lunatic just kept laughing the whole time.
Time was something that largely happened to other people; he viewed it in the same way that people on the shore viewed the sea. it was big and it was out there, and sometimes it was an invigorating thing to dip a toe into, but you couldn't live in it all the time. besides, it always made his skin wrinkle.